#*jeckson

jeckson was apprehensive, of course he was. they had to be—no mutant could afford to not—but he looked between the two anyways. "then, new friends, can i interest you in a coffee?"

"so don't?" jeckson replied. "seriously, it's no one's business. show if you want, don't if you don't."

"of course there is." jeckson was reminded of himself in ryker's phrasing. especially himself nine years ago, powers just emerging. and especially himself when he first came to the x-men. "we'll find it. somehow, someday."

"ye... yes?" they knew what they were doing and when he would land, but actually being in the past is surreal. technology is slower, landscapes are smaller, big moments haven't happened. "though being in america might be weirder for me, specifically. see, the states weren't exactly my plan when i travelled."

"you're not going alone." jeckson pulled on his purple jacket, tightening his gloves' straps. he hadn't used them since that day, but he didn't feel complete without them. a deep breath in and out. "this is my world too, i'm not going to let it get destroyed."

clarity rolled the blueprints back up. "that sound clear, jack frost?" he asked. the two would be facing the toughest enemy clarity had. there was a reason he called for backup. with frost's cryokinesis and clarity's multitude of kinetic abilities, there was little doubt in his mind that they'd fail.

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the element-manipulator looked at the other. he leaned on the wall. "jeckson killgrave. codename: clarity. you gonna be sticking around?"